Mark took the strip of pills, not surprised Sam was tapping into his headache via their twin spidey sense. "How sure are they of that? Am I going to have to tell my son, hey, your other half nearly dropped dead behind the wheel but it's okay because a totalled driver T-bone you and saved his life? I'm not even fucking joking, Sammy. I need you to be real with me. I have no fucking clue how to start talking to Jus about any of this. He's going to freak the fuck out as soon as he sees Sash. I don't know if he's going to remember much with his trauma dissociation. We've established I'm not sparking on all cylinders and I don't want to fuck my kid up more than he's already feeling. He's not even going to give a fuck about his own injuries yet, he'll just be panicking about Sash so I need to get my head around shit." He popped a couple of the pills into his palm. "I'm scared for them, Sammy. Really fucking scared."

He swallowed the pills down with a mouthful of the tepid Gatorade Gen left with him. "I haven't stopped thinking about it. There's no worse time this could be happening." Placing his hand on Justin's leg through the heated blankets he was wrapped in, he sighed, still trying to wrap his head around everything. "The hardest part about being a parent is seeing your kid in pain and not being able to do anything about it. And I mean Sash too. If I don't see my son walk down the aisle with him... shit."